Owning my Family

Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery.  The story may include topics that may be offensive to some. It includes teens, incest, intense BDSM scenes, consensual and non-consensual slavery.  In this story, the age of consent for sex is age 16.   Some aspects of this story could seem too extreme to some people.  Therefore, if this offends you then please move on.  

Chapter Summary:  This new chapter is from the point of slave Ricky.  Ricky starts is first day as a slave to Master Alex.  He’s starting to learn what it really means to be a slave to his Master.  Ricky will now go to college as a slave.  

Author’s Notes: Even though this author identifies himself as a slave, this slave doesn’t condone non-consensual domination or slavery.  Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life.  The age of some characters is 16 to 18 so they are young adults.  In this fictional story, they are at the age to consent to be enslaved for consensual slavery, BDSM scenes, and sex.  Some of the slaves are also genetically different since they are the product of a breeding program designed to create 100% submissives or 100% dominants (See MSDS Society as references).  This story also has storyline links to my other stories “In the Service of Father Micheal” and “White Lives Owned”. 

Characters:

• Frank Richardson - Master and Father of Twin boys. Owner of 5 slaves and designated Master of slave David and Slave Adam.  6ft 3in tall, 200#, black hair with a trace of brown highlights, brown eyes, uncut 10 inches and 5 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat.  The new neighbor who wants to enslave the family next door

• Slave David Anderson - Submissive, was married to Adam and the Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins.  5ft 5in tall, 130#, uncut 6 inch dick, small frame but well toned with muscles that make his features stand out.  

• Slave Adam Anderson - Submissive, was married to David and the Father of three boys where two of the boys are twins.  5ft 6in tall, 160#, cut 7 inch dick, blond with blue eyes.  A face of an angel.  Did some modeling before marrying David and becoming a stay-at-home Dad.

• Slave Jeff Anderson - Father of slave David and grandfather of pup slave Sparky, slave Billy, and slave Jimmy.  Age 58, 160#, 5 ft 8 in tall, uncut 6.5 inch dick, brown hair with gray highlights, lean and muscular build from manual labor.  Successful general contractor with experience in both residential and commercial construction.

• Alex Richardson - Master and son of Frank. One of Frank’s twin boys.  Designated Master of slave Jimmy and slave Billy. 6ft 2in tall, 190#, jet black hair, green eyes, uncut 9 inches and 4 inches around cock, solid muscles and zero body fat.   

• Slave Billy Richardson (born as an Anderson) - Biological son of slave David and Adam, one of the twin boys.  Age 16, 110#, 5ft 4in tall, 6 inches uncut, black hair and brown eyes, slim and smooth.  A swimmer’s body

• Slave Jimmy Richardson (born as an Anderson)  - Biological son of David and Adam, one of the twin boys. Age 16, 120#, 5ft 5in tall, uncut 6 inches dick, orange hair and green eyes, slim and smooth.  A swimmer's body. 

• Slave Rob Johnson - Permanent slave to Master Alex. Friend of Alex now his slave. 17, 5ft 10in tall, muscular build due to wrestling training. Captain of the high school wrestling team.  Slave Rob was sold by his father to Master Alex.

• Slave Jamie - Permanent slave of Master Alex and Owned by Master Frank.   Was a friend of slaves david and adam, 38, 5ft 8in tall, slim body, blond hair, blue eye, 160 pounds, and 6-inch cut dick.  Was on the swim team in high school and college. A member of the city council and president of the school board. 

• Slave Nicky - Slave of Master Alex.  Former son of slave Jamie.  Now adopted son of Master Frank.  Was a friend of slave Jimmy.  On the swim team with slave Jimmy, 17 years old, 5ft 8 inches tall, 150 pounds, blonde and blue eyes, and 6.5 cut dick. 

• Slave Eddy White (Teacher) - Permanent slave of Master Alex. Master Alex’s Teacher. 45 years old, 5ft 5 inches tall, 130 pounds, 6 inches cut dick.

• Slave Scotty White  - Permanent slave to Master Alex. Stay at home partner of slave Eddy White.  43 years old, 5th 5 inches tall, 129 pounds, 4.5 inches uncut dick.  

• Slave Ricky White - Permanent slave to Master Alex.  Son of slaves Eddy and Scotty White.  The biological son of slave Scotty White. 19 years old. 5th 10 inches tall, 150 pounds, 7 inches uncut dick.

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POV slave Ricky 

The night as a slave has been fun, scary, painful, humiliating, and fucking awesome all at the same time!  I have known I liked to be submissive and dominant in bed at times. It's the reason I signed the slavery contract in the first place. 

Yet, what Master did to me on a level of kinky shits I never knew existed. He takes domination to a dimension that has made me want to follow him anywhere he wants to take me. It's so exhilarating like no street drugs could do me.  

All I want to do is obey him to see where he will lead me next. Yet, I love completely dominating my parents too!  My life growing up was how my non-birth father wanted it!  If I didn't perform to his expectations he would spank me bare ass and as hard as he could! It was so fucking painful. Yet! I didn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction of breaking me. So, I took them without ever crying. I used my anger at how much I wanted to pay him back in order to not break down and cry! So, when Master offered that I could be my parents' Alpha, I had to accept his offer of enslavement in exchange. I dreamed of getting back at my father for what I felt was unfair punishments. Those thoughts of getting back at my father fueled my desire to dominate him. This deep need to dominate my father made my cock so hard. When I heard him fucked and slap my birth father, I jerked off dreaming one day of fucking him!  He treated my birth dad and me as his personal servants.  I shoot so many loads thinking how I could get back at him, my headboard must have had cum hit every inch of it at some point.  Those thoughts of payback started to get kinkier and kinkier.  I imagined him at my feet begging for mercy.  

Now, Master has made my dreams come true and I love him for that. I love him in so many ways it's hard to describe.  

After we whipped my parents, Master orders me to sleep with him for the night while my parents worships us. I fall asleep in Master’s strong arms with my previously dominant father massaging and licking my feet. I can't describe how satisfying it is to watch him humiliate himself before me.  All the crazy shit Master put me through tonight is worth seeing my asshole father reduce to being my feet worshiper!  He deserves what Master did to him.  He went from controlling my life to now my bitch!  

Plus, I get to be with the most powerful man I have ever met. I could care less about him being younger than me. In fact, I admire him for knowing what he wants at such a young age and then taking it. Fuck! He literally has a harem of slaves worshiping the ground he stands on including me. No fully grown man can claim that let alone a 16 years old man. Man! That's how I see him. The man of my life.  I love him for being that! He's a lot better than my asshole (non-birth) father. I want to be his devoted slave to see where he will end up! I want to help him achieve his dreams! 

Throughout the night he fucked me several times. Each time he fucks me I fall deeper in love with him. 

In the morning, I wake up to the smell of my birth father’s (Scotty), wonderful breakfast.  I look down to see my asshole non-birth father (Eddy) licky the balls of our Master.  I get the urge to do the same. So, I push my father aside and whisper in his ear. 

"Worship my balls, bitch!" 

Then I start licking our Master's balls while my father, Eddy, gets between my legs.  Fuck! He does have a wonderful tongue. He knows just the right spots. So, I copy his movements on our Master, rolling my tongue around each hairy ball and taking one at a time in my mouth. Then I move to licky between his balls and his legs to get all the delicious sweat he created while fucking me throughout the night.  

Master slowly wakes up and pulls my head to his big mushroom cockhead.  I start sucking it as my birth Dad comes in with his delicious smelling breakfast.  He puts the breakfast on the bedside table and kneels beside the bed. 

Master ignores him and grabs my head with both hands, pumping in my throat hard and deep, As he picks up speed, I need to keep my gag reflex under control while he uses my throat.  I have suck guys before so know how to control my gag reflex.  Yet, Master’s cock is so big it’s still hard  Nothing this big has been down my throat.  The teachers in highschool used me to get off and I used them to get good grades. Yet, none of them were as big as my Master.  

One of the reasons I’m about to lose my scholarship is because I had to do the work now and couldn't cut it.  The highschool teachers gave me the grades to get into college in exchange for using my holes.  So, I know I’m not as smart or prepared as the other college students.  Therefore, when Master offered to pay for my college in exchange for being his slave, I thought it would be like with my high school teachers.  I was so wrong!  Master is much more controlling than any of my teachers ever were.  However, so far I love it, even the humiliating things he does to me. I especially love what he is doing to me now.  When he takes complete control of me, my cock get so fucking hard. So, of course, I grab my asshole father and use him in the same way.   He is pinned under me with my cock deep in his throat.

Finally, just before I'm about to pass out, Master dumps his load right into my throat. At the same time I dump my load into my father Eddy's throat.  My father and I are breathing heavily now!  Master lets go of my head, allowing me to milk the last delicious drops of cum from his huge cock.  

He then looks at my birth father, Scotty, kneeling obediently beside the bed. I've seen him do this for my asshole father many times.  So, he is experienced at being a slave. My asshole father made sure of that.  I bet that's why he submitted to our Master so easily.  Master orders him to put the tray of food over his lap and then feeds all his slaves.  So, I understand and reluctantly crawl out of bed as my father Scotty places the food over Master’s lap and asks if he needs anything else. 
Master says with praise, “Good work, slave,” then pats my father on the ass.  

He smiles at Master and obediently says, “Thank you, Master.  I will send my son in later to make sure you don’t need anything.”

Master rubs my father's ass, “Such a good boy.  Now you two of feed my slaves.”

My father moans from his touch and says, “Yes, Master.”

Then he runs out of the room.  I quckly follow him to the kitchen. 

He turns to me and asks, "Sir, could you help me prepare the food for Master's slaves."

I smile and hug him. 

"Of course, what do you want me to do, slave Dad?," giggling a little at calling him a slave. 

He smiles at me, “This morning there are cases of canned stew that were delivered out front. Can you bring them in? Have Eddy help too."

I smile at him, "No problem Dad. I'm happy to help."

He rubs my back affectionately as he has done so many times. I'm glad we are still good and this slavery we share hasn't changed our love for each other. 

I then turn to my asshole father Eddy, "Come bitch!," and I turn walk towards the door.  I open it and walk outside naked.  Fuck it’s so liberating to be free of wearing clothes. I turn back to the asshole father who is waiting at the door. 

"What the fuck are you waiting for, bitch. Come help me grab the cases of stew."

"Sir, I'm… Naked!"

"So, it's not like we can get dressed without our Master's permission. You heard our Master. We need to feed his slaves.  Besides, the warm sun feels good."

"Sir, can't we just ask Master to put on some clothes?" 

I yell out, "FUCK NO! He clearly ordered us to feed his slaves.  We need this stew to feed them. If he wanted us to get dressed he would have ordered us to.  Now get the fuck out here, BITCH!" 

I then walk to my wimp of a father and pull him outside by his slave collar. 

There are neighbors who are walking their dogs and stop to look at us. This just makes me want to control my wimpy father more.  So, I continue to drag him to the pallet of canned stew and shove him to the ground beside the pallet. 

"Now, Bitch hand me a case."

While still kneeling naked in front of me, he hands me a case.  I take it inside. He grabs another one and follows me.  We soon get the pallet unloaded while our neighbors watch a naked son dominating his naked father in front of them.  It's such a rush! 

I do notice my best friend's truck is gone. I'm not sure how I’m going to explain my enslavement to him! 

When we come back into the dining room, my birth father Scotty is putting bowls of food and water on the floor. Then Master's younger slaves quickly kneel on the floor in front of the bowls and dig in like starving animals. This surprises me and my fathers. Yet, I feel a bit jealous of them.  I want to impress our Master now!  So, I kneel and dive into a bowl of stew as well.  Soon, my fathers are doing the same. After we all eat and we each clean each other’s faces like we were taught to do last night, my father Scotty asks me to see if our Master needs anything. 

So, I go to the Master bedroom and kneel beside the bed as I saw my father Scotty do this morning. I place my hands behind my back and bow my head, hoping Master likes my gesture of respect. 

"Master, is there anything you need?" 

He rubs my head causing me to moan a little. WOW! That feels good. 

"Boy, go get me some more hot tea."

He hands me his empty tea cup as he continues typing on his phone, not bothering to look at me. 

I take the cup and reply, "Yes, Master!" 

I quickly run back to the kitchen. My father Scotty is cleaning up the slave bowls and turns to me. 

I say with some urgency in my voice, "Master would like some more hot tea."  I want to impress Master and as obedient has his younger slaves are.  

I hold out the tea cup expectintly as my father fills it with a teapot already prepared with hot tea.  I smile at him for always being there for me. I can always count on him to be there when I need him the most. I realize he’s a perfect slave for our Master.  I rush back to our Master’s bedroom, careful not to spill the hot tea.  He takes the tea without a word. I'm not sure what to do so I kneel beside the bed and wait.  He ignores me for a few minutes and then rubs my head again. Once again, I start moaning, loving how he just lazily rubs me. Little tingles of pleasure rushes throughout my body causing my cock to stand up like a dog in heat.  He casually moves to my right ear, sending more tingles of pleasure throughout my body. I look down to see my cock is now leaking.  I love my Master so much!  His touch is so amazing.  No one has ever had this kind of effect on me. 

My wonderful bliss is interrupted when Master removes his hand from my ear and grabs my face so I'm looking up at him. 

"Boy, I made an appointment with my brother to have your hair removed. Go now to his shop in the town center. You will have just enough time to get to your first class after he is finished with you."

I wonder what he means by removing my hair. 

He lets go of my face and pats it a little, "Go now boy. Wear your spandex bike shorts. Bring your spandex shirt in your backpack for your class afterwards. Strip outside the shop and then enter. I heard you earlier. My slave likes public nudity. That's good because the slavery law will go into effect tonight!  Part of the law is that slaves are allowed to be nude in public within the town's limits.  So, remember that when it gets back from its classes today."

He then pushes my face away and I get the message.  I walk out of the room still wondering what he means by removing my hair.  Does he mean like a haircut, shaving my pubes, or my whole body?  Some gay guys in college like to shave their bodies.  Maybe that is what he means.  Maybe his brother will shave my pits and pubes like the some of the guys do in college. The thought sounds a little hot causing my hard cock to leak more as I pack up my backpack with my school books and tablet.  As I leave my room, I remember the spandex bike shorts and top. So, I grab them and enter the kitchen to say goodbye to my favorite Dad, Scotty! 

He is putting away Master's dishes as I walk in.  DAM! He looks so sexy now that I took his hole.  I walk up behind him, wrapping my strong arms around him then kiss his neck as I rub my cock along the crack of his hole.  He stops what he is doing and leans back into me. 

I whisper, "I love you, Dad!"

I cup his face, turning his head to me and kiss him passionately.  He returns the kiss which just makes me love him even more! 

Slowly, I push my hard cock into his hole, loving how tight and warm it is around my cock.  YES! I could get used to having him available to me whenever I want. 

Just then my ass is slapped hard, yelping in surprise. 

"Boy, what did I tell you to do?"

Oh shit! I quickly pull out of my Dad's wonderful hole. 

"Sorry, Master. I'm leaving now!" 

"Wait!" 

Master spins me around, pushing me over the counter. He picks up a wooden spoon and hits my ass hard.  FUCK! It’s much harder than my father Eddy has ever done to me.  He continues hitting me non-stop for 10 minutes.  I try not to cry out but Master is relentless.  For the first time in a long time, I break down from being spanked. 

Master stops and rubs my sore ass, "Next time slave, do as I command. Or, would it rather feel my cane on its ass instead?" 

Still crying bent over the counter, "No Master, sorry Master. I’ll do as you command from now on!". 

"Good, get the fuck out and get to my brother’s shop, NOW!"

I look down in shame, rubbing my hands over my sore ass. 

I whisper, “Yes, Master,” as I leave.

Looking back over my shoulder, I see Master is replacing my cock in my Dad's hole with his own!  Just as I close the door, I hear my Dad scream "OH FUCK!" and slapping flesh on flesh. 

Outside, I quickly put on my spandex shorts and hop on my bike. I remember driving by a leather shop in the town center while going to school.  That must be the place.  So, quickly I pedal to the brother’s shop.  I remember that Master said about the slavery law going into effect tonight.  OH SHIT!, after coming back from school today, I will have to remember to strip off my spandex shorts and shirt when I enter the gates of our community. 

I reach the shop in about 10 minutes.  So, now I'm standing in front of the shop, nervously bouncing from one foot to the other!  What’s Master’s brother is going to do to me.  Then, I remember Master's command to strip before walking in. I don't want to be punished again!  Fuck, that spoon hurt.  I can't imagine how much a cane would hurt. 

Therefore, out of fear of the cane, I peel off the skintight shorts and then walk in naked.  I'm shocked at all the kinky shit in this shop. Lots of high tech kinky gadgets too, like Master's collar around my neck.  Seeing all this, my cock gets instantly hard, pointing to the ceiling and leaking like a sieve!   

I jump when a dog, no man or whatever he is, comes running towards me. He stops right in front of me and starts licking the precum dripping from my cock. 

A young man the age of Master yells out, "STOP PUP! COME!," snapping his fingers like a real dog owner would do. 

The dog boy stops licking me and quickly runs back to the man, I assume the dog boy’s owner is Master's brother.  

He looks at me, "Boy, you must be my brother's latest slave!  I'm Master Jason. You will address me as Master Jason or Sir, understand, SLAVE!" 

"Yes Sir, my Master ordered me to come here and get… my hair removed!" 

I’m nervous as hell now!  Like my Master, he is a very assertive man. How much hair will he remove?

"Yes, I know, boy.  My brother explained what is going to happen!  It will be quick. But first, come here, slave."

I walk to him as he looks me up and down.  I stop in front of him nervously looking down as he walks around me, inspecting me like something he wants to own.  He pinches along my arm, sizing up my muscles then tracing his fingers over my shoulders squeezing as he goes.  He continues to trace his fingers down my back causing me to have goosebumps.  When he reaches my ass, he squeezes both cheaks and then down my left legs as he did with my arms.  

It's so humiliating and a huge turn on!  When he gets back in front of me, he grabs both pecs, squeezing them hard as well.  I even wince a little as he lifts me up to my tippy toes then lets go.  WOW! That was hot as hell.  Can you tell I like being manhandled because the next thing he does is slaps my hard cock down with the palm of his hand. It slaps back hitting my six pack abs!  I wince again but force myself not to scream out in pain.  I look down to see a red mark on my abs.  I spent many hours in the gym to create those abs.  Now! Like the rest of my body, they are useless in front of this Master.  My eyes widen in surprise when he grabs my balls tightly and looks into my eyes. 

"Boy, my brother picks slaves well. You're a fine specimen. Looking at the pictures of your birth father and mother, you come from good stock. My brother should breed you. I bet the offspring you would produce would be just as beautiful. That is assuming the offspring picks enslavement like the rest of your family did."

Swallowing hard, I reply, "Thank you, Sir," assuming that’s a compliment.   

No one has ever treated me like a piece of meat.  Would Master really breed me with a female slave?  I’m gay so fucking a girl has never been something I really thought about.  I’m just not that attracted to girls.  I wonder what it would feel like compared to a tight male hole.  Could I really do that?  Then, let Master just enslave my kids if they choose to be slaves.  My fathers allowed me to be enslaved.  Would I do the same?   Then I realize, as a slave, I wouldn’t have a choice.  Master just does what he wants and so far I have had no willpower to stop any of it.   

Master's brother laughs, "Boy, do you really think you would have a choice. You're now a slave. The choice to breed you is your Master's only!" 

He squeezes my balls even harder! 

"What these balls produce is the sole property of your Master. Understand this, even though your Master wants you to be an Alpha slave, you're still his property. You have no say in what happens to this body.  In fact, if he wants to whore this body out, it would be his choice.  You gave up all human rights as soon as you signed the contract and placed your neck into that collar. Is that understood, slave?"

I swallow hard, now realizing what I signed up for.   

He twists my balls, getting my undivided attention, "Answer a Master when he asks it a question."

"Yes Master, I understand! My body is no longer mine to control."

Now I'm on my tippy toes as pain shoots into my groan. 

"Correction! 'THIS BODY' is no longer yours, period!  That’s because a slave can't own anything. It’s property. Just like my car, it can't own anything. That's what it is now!"

He then turns and pulls me by the balls across the shop and into a round circular stall which is on a raised platform.  He lets go of the balls that I no longer own it seems. As he leaves, he closes a curved door, sealing me in. 

"Slave!" 

I look up at him in front of me just outside the stall. 

"You will be given instructions by the machine. Follow them to the letter."

I hear a nondescript male voice coming from a speaker.   I can see cameras pointed at me from all directions.

"Slave, stay perfectly still and close its eyes."

I do as instructed, now scared but keeping that fear locked inside as my asshole father trained me to do.  Suddenly! I feel thousands of needles pricking me all over simultaneously. Curiously, I open my eyes and the machine stops. 

The machine says, "Slave! Close its eyes. Its Master has been informed of its disobedience. Warning! Its Master may choose to punish this slave after the procedure is completed."

So, I quickly close my eyes again and the needle pricking starts up again. They are even on my face except for my eyes, mouth and eyebrows. I try to keep still fearing what would happen if I move. 

Master said my hair would be removed. So, I have to assume this is some sort of laser hair removal process.  Then it hits me! The machine is removing all of my hair!  My entire body hair will be gone! 

The machine commands, "Spread its legs, grab the tip of it dick and pull up."

Once again I do as instructed, fearing the dam machine will report me to my Master again. Now the machine shoots the lasers under me, covering my balls and underside of my cock. 

"Bend over and grab its ass cheeks." 

Again, I do as instructed.  I moan as I feel thousands of needle pricks covering my hole. 

At this point, I smell burnt hair.  It’s my hair that's being burnt off because my Master must want me to be hairless.  Fuck, it's not even my hair that is being removed. It's Master's hair that he's removing from his property, me!  

"Stand up! Hands behind its head. Elbows straight to its sides."

I do as the dam machine commands. Now, I'm even being controlled by a fucking machine! Plus, the machine keeps referring to me as an 'it' and so does Master Jason. Is that my new pronoun?  I'm an 'it' like some animal?  Finally, my whole body has been covered with the laser treatment. 

"Slave, open its eyes and prepare for the second hair removal process.”

I open my eyes.

“Good boy, Now grab the gas mask in front of it and secure the mask over its face. See the video for further instructions."

Just outside the stall there is a screen showing a video on how to secure the mask. I follow the instructions as best I can.  

Next, more lasers are aimed at my entire body once again. Yet, this time it doesn't hurt or smell of burnt hair. I assume it just did a 3D scan of my body.

"Slave, pull straps tighter on its mask!"

I must be right. How else would it know the mask isn't that tight.  I grab the straps from behind and pull them hard. This creates a suction that forms a seal between the mask and my face. I can breathe normally since there is a tube leading from the mask to outside the stall. 

Looking through the eye holes in the mask, I can see my reflection in the round glass enclosure's wall. As I look down, I see thousands of tiny red dots all over my body from the laser hair removal treatment 

"Second hair process commencing!  Hold still, slave."

I'm nervous about what to expect.  I jump when a liquid is sprayed at me from all directions!  It's not water because it has a green color and sticks.  My guess, it's a chemical hair remover. 

Normally, the laser hair removal process takes many treatments. However, I see this uses two types of hair removal processes to do it in one shot.  I assume the laser opened up the hair roots to allow the chemical to kill roots that might have survived the laser treatment. It dawns on me now that my body hair is being permanently removed!  It's another reminder that I'm Master's property.  

“Slave, stand still for 10 minutes.”

This is the longest 10 minutes of my life!   My skin starts to heat up the longer I wait. Finally! Soapy water is sprayed all over me.  It stings and I assume the pressure must be high to remove the hair remover chemical.  

"Slave, use the scrub brush to scrub it's body thoroughly. If slave does a poor job, burns might result."

This convinces me to clean myself extra hard!  So, I grab the scrub brush hanging in the stall.  Its has stiff bristle and scratches my already sensitive skin.  I groan with each stroke of the brush.  Yet, what can I do.  I have to scrub hard or I might get burned from the dam chemicals.

After I'm done, warm water is sprayed on me to rinse off the soapy water and chemicals. Then air is blowing at me from all directions. I'm completely dry in seconds. 

"Slave, remove the gas mask and stand still."

I quickly remove the mask, wanting to get a better look at my hairless body. Yet, I have to stand still again. 

"Second 3D laser scan commencing." 

After the scan finishes, "All slave's hair is removed except for its eyebrows. The permanent hair removal process is complete!" 

Finally, I can look down to see the hair I was so proud of gone!  I'm completely smooth but red as a lobster. It's like my whole body is sunburned. 

The hair that used to make me look like a man is gone forever!  That’s why I was so proud of it.  I thought it would show my asshole father I was finally a man!  Yet, now I look like a teenager again!  Master even took all the hair from my head except for my eyebrows which the mask covered. I don't even look like a normal teenager now that I'm bald! 

Plus, this efficient process reinforces to me that I'm a slave animal in the eyes of my Master.  He didn't ask if I wanted this. He just ordered me here. What makes this even more crazy is that I signed up for all this and even read the slavery contract twice!  Now that I think about it, the contract did say my body belongs to my Master.  He can do what he wants with my body.  What just happened reinforces the fact that it’s not even my body anymore! 

Master Jason opens the stall door and orders me out.  Once I'm out of the machine, Master Jason grabs my shoulders and spins me around, feeling my smooth body with his large hands. 

"Excellent, it works. I'm pleased with the results.  I programmed the machine per my brother’s instructions and it worked perfectly.  Very good, the 3D scans even confirms all the hair is gone except for the eyebrows.  I will have to inform Father Michael that the field test worked."

It sounds like he is talking to himself instead of me.  Did he just say a ‘field test’?  I look up at him in shock! 

Master Jason laughs, "This will not be the last time I will use this body for some new invention that Father Michael creates.  Get used to being a test subject, slave!"

Now I'm worried about what tests he is going to put me through in the future!  

He slaps my back and laughs again, "Don't worry, boy. The inventions that Father Michael creates have been tested extensively on his own slaves. Trust me Father Michael has lots of slaves to test with.  Besides, I will not let anything happen to my brother's property.  It's too valuable to be permanently damaged."

He somewhat makes me feel better. At least I'm valuable enough not to be permanently damaged. But! What about temporary damage?

I don't have time to ask, as he gives me another revelation.  

"Slave, you will be working for me part time when you're not serving your Master or in class. I want to open one of my stores on it’s college campus.  That way when my brother starts his fraternity, slave equipment will be readily available for the Masters to purchase. 

Plus, as I understand, there is another fraternity that is devoted to Black Masters owning white slaves.  It was just converted to black rule.  So, I assume those black Masters will need slave equipment as well. 

Therefore, its task is to help with making the new store happen and be successful.  Right now it's just my idea.  Yet, now with a slave on campus, I can make it a reality.  My father is determined to make volunteer slavery legal in our country.  He’s starting with the high schools and their small towns.  Mine high school is already accepting slavery through the ‘Managed Bullying’ program my brother created.  Father has changed the laws in our town to own volunteer slaves.  Now we are targeting colleges.  After colleges and other highschools accept slavey as a normal life choice then it will spread across the country.   So, to make my father’s dream come true, I want my stores on every college campus and small town across the country!  The custom goods I sell needs a personal touch. That's another reason for the 3D body scanner.  I can make custom to order equipment per each slave’s exact measurements.  As my brother’s slave on campus, I expect you to help me make my dream come true. Is that understood, slave!"

I quickly respond, "Yes, Master Jason! It will be a pleasure to work for you."

"Good! But, think of this job as serving me.  Of course, as a slave, it will not be paid.  My brother is loaning it to me to help our Father's cause to legalize volunteer slavery.  You will in turn recurt more slaves to work for me.  College boys will make good labor slaves."

Once again, I stare at him with shock! 

He laughs at me in a friendly way, "Boy, it has a lot to learn about being a slave!  Like I said before, it's property so it can't own money. Anytime it does get paid for work performed, its Master receives payments for its labor.  It's all stated in the slavery contract it signed.  Note, its Master no longer sees it as a human being but just a tool for its Master's benefit."  

I stammer, "But Sir, I thought, Master was starting to have feelings for me. I think I'm falling in love with him, Sir!"

He laughs even louder this time. 

"Boy, don't mistake lust and manipulation as love. My brother only loves himself and his family!  He loves owning slaves and using them for his own purposes. But he will never fall in love with a slave. A slave is property to my brother, nothing more will come of it.  If it falls in love with my brother, that's OK. It's even expected. Its love will help it serve my brother with devotion that all slaves should have for their Masters. Yet, don't expect my Brother to love it back. He might be loving at times but then can change to a strict slave owner on a dime.  So, don't ever expect real love in return. It will never happen. Now, I believe it has a class to get to, right slave?"

I yelp out, "OH CRAP! WHAT TIME IS IT, SIR?" 

"12:00 noon, slave!" 

I'm not sure if Master Jason is done with me yet.  So, I ask, "OH SHIT! I need to run. Does Sir need anything more from this slave?"

He smirks at me, "When it enters or leaves my presence it needs to kiss my feet."

I think about it for a second and then I understand.  Quickly, I kneel at his feet, bend over and kiss each foot. 

He pets my head, "It's a good slave. Now get to class and think about how it can make my dreams come true."

I look up at him, "Yes Master Jason, I will. Thank you for giving it this important task."

"Good boy!" 

Then he pulls and half drags me to the door. He opens the door and kicks my naked ass outside.  I'm once again naked in public.  As I turn around, he throws my shorts and backpack at me then closes the door. Now! I don't feel cocky being naked in public as I was outside my house. Plus, I can feel the wind even more without any hair. Goosebumps spread across my body causing me to shiver some.  This is just another reminder of what just happened to me and that I'm Master's property. 

At that moment, my best friend from next door drives by the store in his pickup truck.  He sees my naked ass on the ground and pulls into the parking lot. 

OH FUCK NO!  I know at some point I have would have to confront him about my enslavement.  Yet! I didn't think it was going to be so soon!  How am I going to explain all that has happened! 

He is Arabic and his parents moved to our country because they are gay.  He is BI and was born here.  His parents fled his homeland because they feared for their safety.  Being gay is illegal when his parents grew up in their homeland.  He has been back there because he is a prince and he is required to attend royal events. When he goes back, his boyfriend has to pretend to be his servant for the entire visit.  Since his birth father is a prince as well, his other father has to be submissive to his birth father so the royal family doesn't think they are in a loving gay relationship. It's why our two families got along so well. Our parents have, or I should say, had the same relationship with their respective sponses.  I wonder how his parents will see me and my family now? 

Masood jumps out of his truck and walks up to me. 

"Ricky, why the fuck are you naked on the ground? What happened to your hair? And what the fuck is around your neck?"

I kneel naked on the ground in front of my best friend. He didn't even give me time to get dressed. I fear he will no longer want to be my friend once he knows the truth!  Yet, I can't lie to my best friend!  He knows me too well. 

"Masood, I don't know how to explain what has happened."

"Just, fucking tell me the truth. You know, I hate liars!" 

So here it goes. 

"Masood, I'm now owned!" 

"What do you mean owned?" 

"I'm a slave now, owned by my Master!" 

"Fuck! You mean like a sex slave for kinky fun or real slavery like in my homeland?"

My face goes red with embarrassment and look up into his eyes, almost in tears. 

"For real, like you explained to me in your homeland."

"OH SHIT! This happened last night, didn't it. I seen you fucking your parents. It was hot as hell. I couldn't believe you got them to submit to you. Yet, you didn't get them to submit really, did you?  Your Master did it! That hot guy with you fucking your parents is your Master isn't he?"

"Yes, he's my Master."

"OK come, slave, I want to hear all about it. Put your bike in the back and hop in."

"OK SIR!" 

Shit, did I just call my best friend Sir? I start to put on the shorts. 

He orders, "Don't bother getting dressed for now."

So, now completely embarrassed and naked in front of my best friend, I pick up my bike and put it in the back of his truck. Then I jump in the truck next to him. Why doesn't he let me get dressed?

He then turns to me, "OK slave, tell me everything that happened. How did that hot guy enslave my best friend?

So, I told him everything. In a way, it was liberating to tell him how my family and I were enslaved to one of my father's students. 

Masood drives us to campus as I wonder what he thinks about what I just revealed. When he finally stops in a park lot that's far away from other students or faculty, he turns to me. 

"Well, slave, I'm not sure how I should interact with you now.  We have been best friends since forever!  Yet, from my experiences with slaves in my homeland, they are not allowed to be friends with free men like me. This is especially true for my status with the royal family.  Plus, your Master now decides who you should be able to interact with. I'm not even sure if you should be in my truck at the moment."

His words hurt but he is only speaking the truth of our situation.  I too don't know how our relationship will progress from here, if at all.  I mean he has more experience with Master and slave relationships then I do. 

At that moment, a phone rings.  It’s not the ringer I’m use to. I look at Masood and he shakes his head no, indicating it's not his phone.  It rings again and this time I hear it come from my backpack.  I dig into it and pull out a new smartphone.  I can’t even find my phone in the backpack. Then I remember not seeing it in my room. It rings a third time and I answer it this time. 

"Slave, I expect it to answer my phone on the first ring. Understood?" 

"Yes Master. Sorry, I didn't…" 

He cut me off. 

"Hand the phone to Masood."

I’m surprised he knows Masoods name but I ignore that and hand the phone to him. 

"Sir, it’s my Master. He would like to talk to you."

Masood grabs the phone. 

I can't hear what Master is saying.  All I can hear is Masood replies of yes, understand, will do, access to the parents, etc from Masood.  What is Master and my best friend saying to each other?  

After a minute, Masood says, "I understand. I will respect your property and protect it on campus and at home.  And you will keep my boyfriend safe as well. I will text you my phone number."

What does he mean to respect and protect his property?  Is he referring to me?

Masood then hands the phone back to me and I put it to my ear, wondering what Master is going to say.  As Master talks to me, Masood gets his phone out and texts his number to Master. 

Master orders, "Slave, from now on, Sir Masood will be your overseer.  It's to refer to him as its superior calling him Sir at all times.  I have done research on his family and he understands my slave new status. He will respect my property and protect it from others that might take advantage of its submissive nature.  In exchange, he will have full use of both it and its father's holes. I will protect his boyfriend at my high school.  Sir Masood can punish my slave if it disobeys my orders or his own.  As my slave's overseer, my slave will follow his orders like they are my own.  Being that he was best friends with my slave, I feel I can trust him do respect my property. Now serve him then get to class, boy!"

With that the call ends.  Holding the phone to my ear, I’m in shock!  I look over at my new overseer who was previously my best friend. 

"OK, slave, now its time I establish our new relationship."

He then opens his pants and pulls out a gorgeous brown cock. Fuck its almost as beautiful as my Master's cock.  He grabs the back of my head and guides my mouth to the new cock I must serve. Instinctively, I open my mouth, stick out my tongue and lick the uncut cock head, running my tongue under the foreskin. DAM! The underside of his foreskin tastes strong.  Yet, I don't care because I love his beautiful cock too much. 

After cleaning the foreskin, I work my way down the shaft until my nose is buried in the musky pubes. When I come up for air, I can smell his sweat on my nose. Fuck, it smells strong too yet so good!  Since dreaming of kinky sex with my asshole father, I have grown to love men's musky smells.  Every time I enter a locker room, the smell gets the blood flowing to my cock. So, I have sucked off most of the football players at my college. 

Therefore, Masood's musky sweat makes my cock leak like the slut I have become. I pull up and dive down hard onto his gorgeous member. 

"OH FUCK, BOY!", moaning with pleasure!

I smile to myself, pleased that I'm making my best friend happy. 

"Yes, keep that up. I never knew you were this much of a slut for cock."

He moans out again, making me want to please my best friend so much.  He’s so beautiful and confident.  It's a sign of his power.  Now that I know he wants to dominate me, his hard cock tells me I must please him as best as I can. I need to be his slut just like I do for my Master and all those hot demanding football players! 

Masood responds in kind by taking control of my head and forcing my throat deeper as I dive onto his cock.  This just makes me want him more!  I’m his slut just like I was for my teachers who had authority over me too! 

He sees my inner slut, pulling me off him and forces his tongue into my mouth.  Like my throat, he takes control of my mouth as well.  His strong tongue overpowers mine, demanding my submission. 

At the same time, he grabs my hips and pulls me over his lap. With one hand on his cock and the other on my neck. Pushes down, driving his cock into my hole. 

Once it's deep inside me, he orders, "Ride me, bitch!" 

And, that is exactly what I do. I'm his bitch now and we both know it.  Soon he meets my downward thrust with a forceful jab up with his powerful hips. We are now in sync and I love every second of it!  He never stops dominating my mouth which only drives me to want him more.   

All dominant men make me become a fucking crazy slut in heat. I can't help myself!  Finally, Masood pushing his cock deep into my hole, claiming it as his.  I feel my hole filling up with his powerful seed!  We have now redefined our relationship!  At this moment, my inner slut and slave mind loves our new relationship! 

He continues to kiss me until every last drop of his seed claims my hole.  Then he breaks the kiss and asks "Who do you serve?" 

"You Sir."

He slaps my ass hard! 

"No slave. You serve your Master and me. Your Master comes first then me. Always remember that. A slave should always be thinking of his Master even when serving others.  You’re no longer a slut for all men. You're a slut for your Master and only those he allows you to serve like me. Is that understood, slave?"

"Yes Sir, sorry Sir. I have a lot to learn about being a slave."

I remember Master Jason telling me that same thing.  Now I'm starting to understand what he meant. 

"Yes, slave, it does. So, it's a good thing I know something about training and owning slaves. My family has been in the business of owning slaves before this country ever existed!" 

I nod my head in understanding. 

"Now, let’s get to class. We have most of the same classes since you begged me to tutor you. I know you're not that book-smart so I will continue to tutor you. I’ll make sure you pass all your classes. Now that I'm your overseer, I will demand more from you. If you don't do your best, I will have no choice but to punish you. Now get dressed and let’s go to class.” 
 
He lifts me off him and I grab my spandex shorts and shirt then put them on. I step out onto the hot concrete, forgetting about footwear.  I’m about to pull out sandals from the backpack when Masood comes around to the other side of the truck and grabs me by my shoulders.  I have no choice to walk barefoot on the hot concrete! 

He guides me to our first class of the day.  Each step hurts and he walks slowly so everyone can see he’s now my Alpha. 

We pass all the football players as they head to the locker room. They smirk at me and I can sense they’re jealous of Masood.  The way I'm dressed and how Masood controls me with his arm around my shoulder, it's clear who’s in charge. 

Masood stands tall and proud while I lean in closer to him. I can see all the Alphas on campus want me even more now that it's clear I'm a submissive. I swear they can see right into my true slave heart. Not having any hair only reinforces my status as an inferior. 

I'm so glad that Sir Masood is now protecting me. Otherwise, I think those Alphas would have dragged me into a bathroom and raped me. 

As we enter the classroom, Sir grabs my ass as if to tell everyone in the room I'm his now!  The the Alpha's males in the room nod to him while ignoring me except for a quick up and down motion of their eyes. Sir walks up our usual group of buds and fist bumps them.  Class doesn't start for 15 minutes so our group usually hangs out and sits on our desks, joking with each other or showing each other the latest tic-tac vids. 

The louder one of our group asks, "So, Masood are out you two a thing now!  What about your boyfriend, Tony?" 

Oh shit what should I tell my friends?  I mean how do you say you're a slave now and my best friend is now my Alpha / overseer for my Master.

Yet, Masood comes to my rescue and I’m so thankful, "Well this boy isn't my boyfriend. He's not my type as a boyfriend.  No, Tony is still my boyfriend.  Boy Ricky here is more like my bitch now!  His Master wants me to look after him at school so you lot don't take advantage of him.  You see he has found a new path for his life.  So, as my bitch he does what I say or gets punished for bad behavior.  Isn't that right, slave?"

My face gets red hot! Oh shit! Did Masood just out my enslavement to our buds? I didn't know how to tell them but never expected to be outed like this. Talk about ripping the band-aid off! 

Yet before I can respond, Ron, the loud one, yells out, "OH, SHIT NO! ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING, DUDE?" 

Now the whole class now turns their attention to us. 

Masood squeezes my ass hard and I know I have to admit the truth or be punished. I have already been punished today. My punishment would be Master's cane or Masood spanking my ass before class starts. 

So, I take a big breath, "Yes, Sir. Everything Sir Masood said is true. I'm a slave and a bitch to Sir Masood with my Master's blessings.  Sir Masood is my overseer and protector at school."

Now my whole body feels hot. This is so embarrassing!

All my buds start laughing and some even look at me differently.  Some with intense lust and others with envy. I wonder if some of my buds are slaves and others want to own me now! 

Another of our buds asks, "That is fucking crazy. So, slave, who is your Master?" 

Sir whispers in my ear, "Go on slave, tell them. Say it with pride and loud enough for everyone to hear."

I nod my head, raise my head high and smile with pride, "He is Master Alex, one of my father's students."

It takes a couple of seconds for this to sink in. Meanwhile, Sir whispers, "Good job, slave. Now answer all their questions with the same pride! Take pride in being owned by a powerful Master despite his age. 

OH SHIT! I just revealed my Master is much younger than me!  Sir Masood never hid his relationship with Tony despite their age difference. So why should I?  Besides, I should be proud that my Master took ownership of me. He is a powerful man that I shouldn't be ashamed of.  Quite the opposite in fact! 

Finally, the loud mouth, Ron, yells out, "Your father is a highschool teacher. That means your Master is a highschool student!  How old is your Master, slave?" 

Again with my head held high and smiling, "Master Alex is 16. He is the best Master I could have ever hope to own me.  I'm lucky that he chose me to own!" 

A hush spreads throughout the classroom. I'm not sure if they are all going to laugh at me again and accept my enslavement like Sir did. 

The more level headed to our group, Sam, says, "Well shit!  I can respect that. Good for you, slave.  Most guys don't know what they want to be in college let alone in high school.  I kind of admire your Master for knowing what he wants and taking it at such a young age.  And you slave, continue to be proud of what you are.  It takes a lot of guts to admit your inferiority to everyone and need a strong man to take control of your life. Serve your owner with the same pride you showed us here."

He then comes up to me and looks at Sir then down at my balls, holding out his hand in a squeezing motion.  Sir, just nods and he grabs my balls, squeezing them hard. 

He leans in, saying, "I would like to meet your Master someday. Let him know I would like to chat."

With a strained voice, I squeak out, "Yes Sir. I will let Master know you would like to talk with him."

"Good boy!"

He gives my balls one last hard squeeze and takes his seat in the class. 

Sir whispers, "Excellent work, slave. BTW Sam is the president of the Greek console. I understand your Master wants to set up a Master / slave fraternity on campus.  Sam could help with your tasks to make that happen.*

"Oh WOW! Thank you Sir. I forgot he was the console president."

Sir laughs, "Well, slave, it's good you have me to look after you.  I know you can be forgetful at times.  You’re just a slave after all.  You need men like me to look after you.  Don't worry, I will not let you forget anything from now on.  You know what happens if you displease me, slave!"

I nod knowingly with a serious face. He just reminded me of his right to punish me and how inferior I'm to him using my memory as an example of his superior mind.  He can remember anything.  It's like he has a photographic memory.  I'm certainly inferior to him in that regard and academically in general. 

Most of my buds come up to me and squeeze my balls just like Sir Sam just did. This is showing me they accept what I'm and that they are superior to me as well!  I looked them all in the eyes as they grabbed my balls hard but I didn't flinch. Afterwards, each nodded to me indicating that they respect my choice to serve men better than me.   The ones who didn’t just stare at me with envy in their eyes.  I think some of the Alpha of our group seen this, since they grab the others by the shoulders and guide them to a seat next to them.   Did I just make it OK to for my Alpha buds to claim the submissives in our group?  

I smile a all that happened with our group.  My coming out as a slave went a lot better than I could have ever hoped for.  I owe it to Sir for guiding me to come out as a slave to my buds. 

Like the other Alphas in our group, Sir grabs my neck and guides me to our seats.  When we are seated, I whisper in Sir’s ear, "Sir, thank you for pushing me to come out as a slave."

He lightly squeezes my neck, "Your welcome, slave.  Remember I'm your overseer and protector. I will protect you by pushing you to be proud of what you are. If you would have hid your true self those men would have never respected your enslavement.  By being proud of your slavery, you showed how strong you really are."

"I understand now, Sir. That makes a lot of sense.  Thank you for being my protector, Sir."
 
"It's my pleasure, slave.  Your Master is going to do the same for my boyfriend so it's only right I protect you too. Masters need to help each other out.  Besides, you're like a little brother I never had."

I smile broadly at the thought of being Sir's little brother. 

"Boy, don't let what I just said get to your head. You're still inferior to me in every way possible.  Think of yourself as a slave animal that needs protection and oversight to survive. Now that your status is known to everyone in school, you will need me even more to protect you from the so-called Alpha's who try to bully inferiors like you.  Stick close to me and those bullies will leave you alone." 

I think he is right. I just exposed myself to potential bullying now that everyone in school will know I'm a slave. I look at Sir with fear of what I just did.  

Sir re-ensures me, "I will stay with you as long as you need protection!’ 

“Sir, thank you so much for your protection and oversight of my slave life. I owe you so much!" 

He smiles at me, "I know slave. Remember that when you serve me as my bitch."

"I will Sir. I will serve you the best I can as your bitch."

He rubs my neck, "Good boy!" 

With that our professor calls us to order.  He is the son of the Dean.  Like my Master and Sir, he knows how to take charge of a group of Alpha men and beta boys.  The class is quiet in seconds.

During class Sir rubs my leg as he listens to the lecture and asks questions to clarify things he doesn't understand.  I'm busy taking notes and trying to soak in what the professor is saying. I always have a hard time doing both at the same time.  Sir, just takes a few notes but most of it is stored in his superb memory.  Plus, he always knows the right questions to ask.  On the other hand, I can't think, take notes and listen all at the same time.  It does help that he promised to keep tutoring me.  Plus, his gentle touch of my leg keeps me calm.  I know with his help, he will keep me in school and I will not be kicked out like I thought was before my enslavement.

After class, our professor calls me over, yelling out over the chatter of the students, "Ricky, I would like to talk to you."

Sir grabs my neck again and guides me to him.  He nods to Sir and then talks to Sir instead of me.  Shit! Does he know I'm a slave?  Well my almost naked body and collar might be a clear sign. 

"Masood, your friend is close to losing his academic scholarship and is on the road to falling below the standard of being able to stay in school.  So, the Dean has assigned me as his academic advisor.  I would like to schedule a time to discuss his options.  Let's schedule a time later this afternoon to meet in my office. Does he have time to meet?"

"Yes Professor Clark. The boy has time after 4:00 pm, his last class of the day."

"OK. Meet me at my office then."

"Sounds good, Professor. See you then."

With Sir's hand still on my neck, he steers me out of the classroom. I didn't get a word in that conversation. I can't believe my professor just ignored me. It was like he knew that Sir has control over me now! 

Sir leans into my ear, "Let’s get lunch.”
I then remember, I have no money to pay for lunch. When Master cleaned out my bedroom yesterday, took all my money and bank cards.  He took my phone and had me give him all my passwords to my bank and social media accounts.  

"Sir, sorry but I didn't have any money to pay for lunch."

"Why is that, slave?" 

"Last night Master took all my bank cards and changed all my online account's passwords.  The phone Master called on is his. I no longer own a phone of my own. He has taken everything I own."
 
I remember having to remove everything from my room and throw most of it away. It's still hard to think about.  Sir stops me before going into the student lounge. With his hand still on my neck he moves my head to face him. 

"Slave, did you not sign a slavery contract?"

Now almost in tears like I was last night, "Yes… Sir!" 

"And, what did the contract say? Did it say that your Master owns everything you once owned?" 

I know it did because when I tried to complain last night about having throw almost everything out, Master showed me where in the contract that everything is his now! 

"Yes Sir, it did!"

"So, stop complaining like a whining little bitch. What did I say about being proud of being owned property?  Property can't own anything. Now, be a good slave like I know you're capable of being."

"Sorry, Sir. Yes I'm proud to be owned!" 

"Good boy. Yet, you know this requires you to be punished."

He then pushes me into the student lounge and right to a sofa couch. I fall face first over the armrest. Oh Shit! Not here! I look up to see everyone is now looking at us. Sir grabs ahold of my spandex shorts and pulls them down to my ankles. Guys and girls start pointing at me.

Sir then pulls his belt out of his shots and doubles it over.  Oh Fuck!  

"Slave, call out each hit to its ass and thank me for correcting its bad behavior!" 

All I can do is brace for the pain I know will come. 

When the first strike hits, I grunt in pain then yell out, "One Sir, thank you Sir for punishing it for its bad behavior!" 

Then the next hit! 

"Two Sir, thank you Sir for punishing it for its bad behavior!"

Another hit! 

"Three Sir, thank you Sir for punishing it for its bad behavior!"

This goes on for 30 hits to my ass. By the 30th hit, I'm almost in tears. Sir didn't hold back. 

He then grabs hold of my collar and spins me around to face him. He hugs me tightly and I break down like I did when Master punishes me. I'm naked from the waist down and crying like a kid on my best friend’s shoulder.

I'm so ashamed of being such a whining little bitch earlier. I know I deserve this punishment despite how humiliating it is.  I’m realizing the humiliation is part of the punishment! 

A hush spreads across the lounge. All that can be heard is my cries.  

After I calm down and I stop crying, Sir whispers in my ear, "Good boy. Now have you learned your lesson?" 

Now sniffing and holding onto Sir for dear life, I reply, "Yes Sir! I will be a proud slave."

"And, why are you proud?" 

"Because Sir, I'm proud to be owned by my Master."

"And what will you do from now to show how proud you’re owned?" 

"I will never complain again about what I no longer have.  I will be happy with owning nothing."

"And what are you?" 

"A proud slave. Owned by my Master.  I'm his property. Like an animal he owns."

I surprised myself for referring to myself as an animal. 

"Very good slave. It is, in fact, a slave animal, property of its Master. Think of Master's harem as his livestock. As livestock, it is one of many slave animals its Master owns. So it's just like livestock on a farm, it will be used to make its Master's goals and dreams come true."

"What is it?" 

"A slave animal that Master owns. Livestock to be used to help its Master achieve his goals and dreams."

"Excellent! It's learning. I know it will learn to be a proud slave animal, perfect for its Master goals to make volunteer slavery the law of this nation just like it is in my homeland."

I breathe in a little knowing I will be helping make my own enslavement legalized. To the government, I will be considered a slave animal, owned property.  Part of the livestock of slaves Master owns. Everyone is telling me that is what I am now and I’m starting to believe it myself. Everyone heard me just thank Sir for punishing me for misbehaving. They can see how far I have fallen. All my buds heard me admit I'm a slave owned by my Master. Even my best friend is calling me a slave animal. I must be a slave animal now. I mean, what human being allows himself to be collared, his hair to be permanently removed, and to be used sexually by whomever his Master wishes.  Plus, my best friend now refers to me as an 'it' and has publicly spanked me in front of my peers. No, I'm no longer a human not like Sir the others around us. I realize, those watching are not my peers anymore. I'm now a proud slave animal that needs protection.  So, I need to help my Master achieve his goals and dreams because he owns and protects me from predators.  In the animal kingdom, there are prey, protectors, and predators.  I’m the prey, Master and Sir are my protectors, and all the other Alpha’s predators.  

Sir grabs my head with both hands and stares into my eyes like he is looking in my soul. 

He nods and says, "Good!  I can see it's accepting what it knows it is deep within. Normal Alpha males would have never accepted all that has happened to it. It's a special animal. I could tell the moment I saw it naked and collared in front of that store. It finally showed its true authentic self to me. It was always born to serve. It’s just like its birth father, an inferior being put on this earth to serve Alphas like your Master and me. It sees that now, doesn't it?" 

"Yes Sir, it does."

For the first time in my life, I’m feel free!  Free to be my normal authentic self.  I alway fought my true myself, not wanting to be like my birth father.  That is why I resented my asshole father.  I see now he was fighting himself and trying to be the dominant man that my birth father needed.  That must be why he caved so quickly to his more dominant student and now his Master.  He’s just like me.  They both are!  My family are all submissives wanting to be owned by someone more powerful than ourselves.  

I nod my head seeing for first time in my life my true authentic self. 

“I see it now, Sir. It needs to be owned and serve Alpha men stronger than itself.  Thank you Sir for helping it see its real self.”

“Good! Now it may dress and follow me.  I need something to eat.  You will serve me as my butler for this meal.  Understood, slave?”

I nod my head, “Yes, Sir.”

He then allows me to bend over and pull up my spandex shorts, not that they are hiding much.  Sir traces his hand around me and into the back of my shorts, cupping my ass.  He pulls me into a kiss.  It is just as passionate or more than in the car.  Everyone sees us kissing.  They see I’m kissing him just as passionately.  So, they know that I’m OK with the punishment Sir just gave me.  Then everyone goes back to whatever they were doing like nothing happened. 

Sir again grabs the back of my neck and steers me to a table with one of our buds, Danny, that wasn’t in our class earlier.  He sits down next to Danny and forces me to kneel beside him.  I look down in defeat, knowing everyone is ignoring me now.  Like I’m not even here.  

Sir says to Danny, “What’s up!”

“Nothing much!  Just getting a bit to eat and some coffee.  Shit, I’m whipped from banging one of my regular boys all night long.  I see you have a new boy!  Isn’t he your best friend or something?  Is he your new boyfriend or just a bitch now?  I saw you punishing him earlier.  That was hot as hell!”

“It’s my bitch now.  It’s a slave on loan to me from its Master.  I was its best friend so its Master wants me to protect it while at school.  In exchange its Master is going to protect my boyfriend at his school.”

“OH WOW!  This is some heavy shit!”

Sir gives him a minute to think about my new status. 

“So let me get this straight!  Your best friend is now a slave to a Master in the same school as your boyfriend. Isn’t your boyfriend in highschool?”

“Yelp.  He likes older guys.”

“That means... The slave’s Master is in highschool too!  OH SHIT!”

Danny looks at me, “You’re owned by a highschool boy!  How the fuck did that happen?”

My Sir shakes his head at me. 

“It can’t speak to others without his Master’s or my permission.  It’s a long story.  Let’s just say its family are all slaves now.”

He yells out, “NO SHIT!  HIS WHOLE FAMILY ARE SLAVES TOO!”

Sir smirks, seeing how humiliating it is to me.  I don’t want the whole school to know my family are slaves too.  Then I remember, I need to be proud of my enslavement.  So, I hold my head high with pride, not letting Danny’s reaction get to me. 

“So, it’s like, being submissive is in his blood or something.  Why would a whole family want to be slaves?

“From my experience in my homeland, submission carries down the bloodline.  My family has bred slaves for 100’s of years.   Each generation of slaves seems to be more submissive over time.”

“No shit!  Your family owns slaves too?”

“Yes, lots of them.  You need many slaves to run a palace.”

“Oh yeah, you’re a prince, right?”

“Yes, but I’m too far down the line to inherit the kingdom.  Plus, they expect me to marry some woman and carry the family line.  I’m BI so I like fucking woman too.  So many be some day I will marry a woman to please my family.  Yet, right now I prefer boys to fuck.  My parents are gay so they moved here to get away from my family. That is why my parents moved here in the first place.  They had to hide their gayness.  If they stayed then my non-birth father would had to become a slave to my birth father.  Sex with a slave is considered different in my homeland.  My family believes you can’t love a slave so it’s ok.  It's all about passing down the family bloodlines.”

“Interesting!  Have you been back to your homeland?”

“Yes, many times.  They still see me as single and available.”

“So, have you brought your boyfriend with you?”

“Yeah!”

“So, what happened? I mean from what you said, you couldn’t introduce him as your boyfriend.”

“No, I couldn’t.  He was my servant for the stay at the Royal estate.  For the short time, he thought it was fun to serve me like that.  We treated it as our kinky vacation.”   

“Shit that sounds kind of hot.”

“Yeah at times it is and at other times it's boring dinners and receptions. My boy has to dress as a slave.  You see slaves in my homeland are considered property.  We don’t advertise it.  To the rest of the world, they are the help.  They work for their room and board.  They are given 5, 10, or lifetime slavery contracts.  Most come from slave bred families that know no other life.  So, being a slave is normal for them.”

“When you visit do you have other slaves that are your property?”

“Yes, back in my homeland, I have five slaves that were given to me by my family.  They are my property.  Because they are real slaves, they can’t leave our homeland.  My family thinks my boyfriend is my slave here so they never look for a local slave buy for me here.” 

“But, you could ask for another slave and they would find a local one to own here?”

“Yes, if I wanted one.  Until today when I found out about my best friend’s change in status, I never gave it much thought.  I have Tony to serve my needs.  Yet, it does feel nice to take control of this one.”

Sir pats my head like I’m his pet.     

“So, that’s why you never enslaved your best friend?”

He looks down at me.

“Yelp!”

“You were best friends for years.  You must have seen his submissive nature?”

“Yeah, I saw it. It fought its true self for years.  But a slave is born to serve.  For this one, it’s in its blood.”

“Have you ever thought about enslaving him in your fantasies?  You know we all have them!”

“Yeah, I have while Tony sucks my cock.  But my parents and the boy’s parents were best friends too.  So, it would have been weird to enslave the boy.  Yet, now that I think about it.  My birth father would have loved to enslave the boy’s parents.  When the couple got together my birth father would show off by have my non-birth father serve him.  The boy’s birth father was always submissive and never hid it.  So, our parents had that in common, both in dominant / submissive relationships.”
  
I can’t believe Sir fantasized about enslaving me while we were best friends!   He is so open about telling all this to Danny.  I would never have been brave enough to be so open.  

“So, now the boy’s parents are slaves too.  Is the family all slaves to the same highschool Master?”

“Yes, its Master first enslaved its father then it.”

“You keep referring to the boy as an ‘it’, why?”

“Because, like I said, in my homeland slaves are property defined by their slavery contract.  This slave also signed a slavery contract.  In the contract, it states it is livestock and property of its owner.  As livestock property, I no longer see it as human.  It is a slave animal now.   In our local town, they are going to pass a law tonight to make the contract legally binding.  So, tonight it will be legally a slave animal with no human rights.”

“Fuck! I want to move to your town.  I could use some slaves to own!”

“Be careful.  Some day you might be a slave instead.   What if you flunk out of college and are in debt for hundreds of thousands of dollars.  Would you consider becoming a slave for a short time to relieve your debt and even come out ahead at the end of your enslavement?”

 looks at Sir with shock. 

“Are you saying you would want to buy me to become your slave?”

“Yes!  You’re hot, smart enough and I can see you are interested.  You would make a fine slave!”

I look over to see Danny now has a hard-on in his shorts.  What I didn’t know is Sir has already reached out to his family and has given them the names of our buds to do background checks on how submissive each one is.  Danny came out to be the most submissive of all our buds.  That is why Sir sat next to him in the first place.   He is also in debt up to his eyeballs with no way to pay it off.  By the end of this semester, he is going to flunk out and will need to start paying it back.  No part-time job will cover the loan payments.  This a private college and it costs a lot.  I laugh being able to college for free was one of the reasons I enslaved myself.  Now Danny might do the same.  

Sir then gives him a test.

“Boy, go get me a ham sandwich and a coffee.  Bring back a bowl of stew for the slave.”

He gets up to go but Sir holds his hand to stop him. 

“What do you say, boy?”  

Danny looks at him strangely and then looks down at me.

I mouth ‘Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!’

He then looks up at Sir, clearing his throat, “Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir”.

Sir pats his hand with a smile, “You may go now.”

He rushes off to get the food for Sir.  I look up at Sir in astonishment that Danny did as he was told. 

Sir laughs, “It did good.  I’m pleased it shown the boy how to be respectful to me.  I can tell its instincts to help its Alphas. Its submission is bred into it deeply!  Helping another potential slaves become what they are meant for is what all slaves should do. I will let its Master know that it will be a good recruiter for his cause. Isn’t that one of its tasks here at college?”

I almost forgot that part of why Master enslaved me.  Sir rubs my head as he waits for the boy to  come back.  It feels good!  I realize some of what Master has tasked me to do is already starting.  I have a contact for the Greet Console and I helped another slave learn how to be respectful to their Alphas.  Now, I need to help Master Jason add a storefront on campus and join a frat. 

Sir’s boy, our buddy, comes back with a tray of food.  

He sets the food down in front of Sir and himself, not knowing what to do with my stew.

Sir looks at the food in front of the boy, “Did I say you could get food for yourself.”

His eyes opens wide with nervousness and a bit of fear, “OH! I didn’t…”

Sir cut him off, “Didn’t realize you needed my permission, correct.”

“Yes Sir… Aw… may I have some food, Sir”

“Now. I’m now sure.  I think you should be punished for this.  What do you think?”

I see his cock is rock hard now!  Despite the fear, the boy is enjoying this.  He can just pick up his food and walk away but he doesn’t.  

“Yes, Sir!”

He looks down ashamed of fucking up.  He reminds me of myself not that long ago. 

“Well as punishment, I think you should kneel beside this slave and eat your food.”

Sir then grabs his plate of spaghetti and places it on the floor next to me, removing the silverware from the plate.   Sir then grabs the plate for his bread and dumps it on the floor beside the spaghetti.  He places the bowl of stew in front of me.  

Now many students in the lounge look at us again!.  They are all now looking at us with strange faces, not understanding what is happening.   Yet, I know what is about to happen and brace myself for the next command.

I watch as the boy gets up and then kneels beside me. Sir says loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Eat, slaves!”

He just outed Danny as a slave to the whole school.  He hasn’t even really agreed to be a slave yet!  I can see Sir is smart to use peer pressure to get the boy to accept his true self. 

So, to help the boy out, I bend over and start eating the stew with just my mouth.  I glance over to see Danny is thinking this over.  He can just walk away and this would all be over.  It’s that easy well for most people.  Yet, not for boys like him and me.  He asked all those questions not because he wants to own a slave.  No, he wants to be a slave or he wouldn’t have done as Sir commanded.  

In the corner of my eye, I see he finally decides and bends over, eating his spaghetti like a true slave animal should with just his mouth.  

Now I see flashes from phones going off all around us.  So, the whole school will see our true selves too.  Only true slaves would do this for their Masters. 

The boy has just casted himself as a slave for all time.  This signal act will follow him for the rest of his life, whether or not he accepts Sir’s offer of enslavement or not.  He knows this is not a game.  Sir comes from a country where slavery is law and the town that Sir and I lives in is about to make volunteer slavery legal.  Yet, none of that scared him away.  No.  Like me, it makes him want to do what Sir wants even more.  

When I glance over at him his face is red with embarrassment. I stop eating and whisper.  

“You’re doing great!  But eat faster!”

He whispers, “Thank you!”

Then dives into the spaghetti.  It smells so good.  He best savor the taste because he might not ever eat it again!  I have to laugh because he finishes his plate of food before me.  Except he is not quite finished. 

I soon finish and look up at Sir.  

“Boy hand me a piece of bread.”

I know he is not talking to me because my name is “it” NOW!  So, I nudge his knee with mine.  He understands now he is the ‘boy’ and picks up a slice of garlic bread and hands it to our Alpha.  

Sir holds the bread in front of the boy’s face. 

“Open, slave!”

The boy opens his mouths.  It’s instinctual for a boy like him to do as commanded. 

I’m jealous that he will get the delicious buttery garlic bread instead of me.  Yet, Master has made it clear what he feeds his slaves, stew only. At least this stew was warm. 

Sir pushes the bread into the boy’s mouth. 

“BITE!”

The boy bites down and Sir tears the bread apart, leaving some in the boy’s mouth.       

“Eat!”

I can tell Sir is training the boy with one-word commands.  Master has done the same thing with me.  It is just like training a pet dog.  This further reminds me that I’m a slave animal being trained like a dog!

He does this until the boy eats all the bread.   Then pats him on the head like a Master does to his dog. 

“Good boy!”

He smiles at the praise for doing a good job.  I can see Sir is just as good at manipulating boys as my Master is.  We cling to their praise like it’s the greatest reward.  Master and Sir both know this.

Sir then orders, “Clean each other up!”

I see the confusion on the boy’s face.  So, I move toward his face, sticking out my tongue.  He instinctively leans back from me. 

Sir snaps, “Stop! Let the slave clean your face, BOY!”

He leans forward towards my waiting tongue until it touches his face.  When I start licking, he makes a disgusting face but stays still.  I clean up all the bits of spaghetti and sauce.  I laugh to myself as it tastes so good, knowing this might be the last time I taste spaghetti ever again! 

When I’m done, I wait for him to clean me up too.  We look into each other’s eyes.  I can tell he doesn’t want to do this.  I nod and whisper, “It's OK. You can do it.”

I guess my encouragement helps as he sticks out his tongue and licks up my left cheek.  I smile at him when he makes another disgusting face.  Yet, that doesn’t stop him from following his Alpha’s orders.  After each lick, I can tell he is getting nauseous.  Well if he finally chooses to become a slave, he will have to get used to doing things he doesn’t like. 

When he is done, Sir looks at me.

“Slaves clean up the dirty dishes.”

I respond, “Yes Sir.  Thank you, Sir.”

The boy copies me, “Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

Then I pick up our dishes from the floor while the boy takes Sir’s dishes.  We put them on the tray the boy used before and then I carry the tray back to the kitchen.  

One of the kitchen staff takes the tray from me and says, “Thanks, but you didn’t need to bring them back.  We would have picked them up for you”.

I smile at him, “My Master ordered me to.”

He looks at me for a moment then looks me up and down, then nods his understanding. I go back to Sir and kneel next to the boy.  Sir is rubbing his head like he was doing to me earlier. The boy is smiling and moaning with a massive hardon.  Yeah, he is enjoying Sir’s touch just as much as I do.  

Sir then gets up and motions us to stand. As we stand up, Sir pulls us to him, placing his arm around each of our shoulders like he owns us.  As we are leaving a huge black man walks into the student louge.  He is holding a leash that is connected to a collar worn by a white boy.  The difference between the two is striking!   The black man has such confidence that everyone in the room looks at him with natural respect.  The white boy keeps his head down not wanting to look at anyone.  You can feel how submissive he is to the black man.  I then notice the collar is just like the one I’m wearing.  OH SHIT! He is a slave to the black man.  He does look like a slave with the collar and being almost naked.  The white boy is only wearing a chastity cage/belt and his collar.  With the full wrap around chastity belt, I guess he is technically legal because his privates and the crack of his ass are covered.  Well I was half-naked not that long ago.  So, you could say he is more legal than I was.   His face is deeply red so I know he is embarrassed at being paraded around campus as a slave boy.  The black Master and white slave boy must be from the frat that Master Jason talked about.  Master Jason is hoping that the Black Masters will buy more kinky shit from him.  Just like my collar, I assume the white boy’s collar and chastity belt came from Master Jason’s shop.  So, maybe Master Jason is right that he will get more sales if he had a shop on campus.    

The Black Master just ignored Sir like he isn’t worthy of his time.  He sits down with some other Black guys and snaps at his white boy.  The boy quickly rushes to get him a drink for his Master and the other black friends.  They all laugh loudly, filling up the room their commanding presence.  The whole room quiets down and soon all you can hear is the black men talking and laughing.  Soon another group of Black Masters and their slaves join them.   The white boys are kept busy rushing back and forth from the bar and even the kitchen to get their Masters their food and drinks.  They are slapped whenever they do any little thing wrong.  They discipline the white boys frequently, reminding them they’re inferior white boys.   Shit the black masters truly believe in the idea of blacks ruling over white boys.  When one boy isn’t rushing to serve as their waiter the other boys are massaging the mens feet or necks.  I thought my slavery was hard.  Seeing these white boys being used only as domestic slaves and ignore otherwise makes me thankful for being enslaved by my Master and protected by my Sir.  

Sir turns and pulls us to our next class.  Danny some of the same classes as us which is why he was one of our buds.  When we get to class, the boy and I are guided to three seats in the auditorium.  Sir has us sit on either side of him, keeping one of his hands on either one of us throughout the class.  He’s showing us who’s our Alpha and telling everyone else we are under his protection!  True to his word, he is protecting me from other Alphas.  I can see them lusting after me but keep their distance.  If Sir wasn’t here I’m sure they would try to dominate me.  Especially what I’m wearing, a walking advertisement as a slut.  Shit! I look like a slut who wants to be fucked and I can tell they want to do just that!

As we go to our next class, Sir stops us outside between buildings.  

He turns to Danny, “Boy, are you wearing underwear?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good! Then strip to your underwear!”

“What!”

“You heard me.  If you want to be my slave then stop disobeying me!”

He just nods and starts stripping out in the courtyard.  So, he quickly ends up only in a speedos.  Sir, walks around him feeling him up and down like he is assessing his value.  One of our other buds, Roger, sees this and walks up to us. 

He calls out, smiling, “Masood, are you making another one of our friends a slave?”

With the confidence of a true Master, Sir responds with a smile.

“Yelp, wouldn’t the boy make a great slave?”

Roger nods his head and walks around Danny too. Now both are feeling up Danny like at a slave auction.  He seems to be enjoying the attention because the bulge in his speedos is growing. 

“Hell yeah,  He would make a really nice slave.”

Roger is part of a frat and suggests, “Hey, my frat is having a fundraiser slave auction. Would you willing to loan out the boy for charity?”

Sir says, “Well, I don’t own him yet.  I plan on changing that soon.  When is the auction?”

“Tonight.  We just had two boys back out and need a replacement.”  

Sir then walks in front of Danny, “OK Boy, would you help out a worthy charity?”

Danny now looks nervous, “Sir, I’m not sure.  I mean… your my first..” 

Sir cuts him off, “First time serving a superior man, right?”

I smirk at Danny as his face goes deep red again. 

“Yes, Sir,” looking down at his naked feet. 

Sir suggests, “Well boy think of this as getting some needed experiences before you’re owned for real.”

Danny looks up to meet Sir’s eyes, “OWNED!”

Sir laughs, slapping Danny’s naked back, “Don’t act like you don’t want to be owned.  Why did you ask me all those questions about real slaves in my homeland?”

“I was just interested…”

“Bullshit, BOY!  You want me to own you like I do slaves in my homeland!  Like this boy is to his Master,” now slapping me on my ass. 

Sir then looks at me and then at Danny.   

He says to me, “You're too dressd.  Remove the shirt.  If you two were in my homeland, you would require to be naked all the time.  Well except for formal events where you would wear a lorn cloth to cover up your useless dicks.”

He smirks at me and slaps my ass again, “When this one gets our local town limits it will be required to be naked.  I think this school should adopt a similar policy now that more slaves are attending it.”

Both me and Danny open our eyes wide.  Its one thing to be naked in my gated community.  It’s a whole different story being naked on a college campus.  Yet, this is a private college so who knows what policy they would adopt.  It used to be a gated college when it was first open for the elite rich families.  Yet, in more recent times it was opened up to everyone.  So, there is no need to have a gated college.  If Sir gets what he wants, maybe the gates will come back. 

Sir then turns to Danny again, “Well what do you say.  Want to get some experience being auctioned off and spend some time as a slave boy?”

“Ah.. what would I have to do?”

Roger clarifies, “Well before you’re auctioned off, you would sign a slavery contract for a period up to a month.  The longer the slavery contract the more your worth.  To make it fair your length of enslavement will be pulled from a hat with options of 1, 2, 3, or 4 weeks.  The winning bidder will pull the number weeks from the hat.  He will have to pay whatever number of weeks are pulled.  Your auction prices will be the maximum biding value of 4 weeks.  Yet, if the winning bidder pulls only 2 weeks, he will only pay half of your auction prices.  Of course you will only be required to serve the 2 weeks. 

The boy’s mouth falls open, “Sir, so I wouldn’t have a choice about the number of weeks I have to serve?”

“Correct, slave.  Just prepare to be enslaved for the maximum of 4 weeks?”

“How is that fair, Sir?”

Roger answers the boy with a smirk, “Slave, it’s fair for the bidder and the frat.  As a slave, fairness isn’t considered,” he laughs, “I mean isn’t that the point of being enslaved?”

He then offers Danny more, “We could offer you a membership with the frat,”

“You could, Sir?,” now smiling at the prospect. 

Roger laughs, “Yes boy. You would of course have to serve the frat for the rest of the your college career.”

“Serve, how?”

“Boy, don’t play dumb.  Why do you think we have slave auctions in the first place?  If your Master from the slave auction evaluates you as good slave for him then we will offer you a membership to serve the frat as you did the Master. ”

His eyes light up now, “OH! So, I would be a slave for the frat?”

“Correct, boy!  You would be assigned to a frat brother. The frat would transfer ownership to the frat brother after you have proven yourself worthy of being his slave.”

Now Danny’s budge is pulsing and a wet spot is forming in his speedos.  Roger grabs his face, forcing him to look at in the eyes.

“Slave, I need a Yes or No.  Are you going to be a slave in my frat’s slave auction?”

Danny blurts out, “YES, SIR!”

Roger orders, “Good boy!  Come to Alpha-Omega-Beta frat tonight at 5:30 to be prepare this body for auction,” patting the boy on the ass. 

Sir and Roger walk away to talk for a minute then Roger goes off to his next class.  I hear something about paying debts and membership but that is all.   

I whisper to Danny, “Welcome to the club, slave boy!”

He laughs and I smile at him with encouragement. Sir comes behind us, grabbing our necks again and steers us to our next class.  Once again we sit next to him in class.  Except, I feel naked now that I’m only wearing my spandex shorts.  We both definitely look like slave boys now!   Danny just needs a collar to make it official.  I think that will happen to night.  

After class, Sir orders the boy to get ready for the auction. 

“Slave, go shave your entire body from the neck next down.  That should impress your superiors in the frat and increase your value at the auction.”

“Thank you, Sir, for the advice and helping me in all this…”

“You’re welcome, slave boy!”

So, Danny runs off to his dorm to get ready.  I’m not sure he knows what he is getting himself into.  He seems to be accepting more and more with the idea of being a slave.  Even his Alphas are referring to him as a slave.  I suspect it’s to get him used to the idea.  Sir then grabs my neck and walks me out of the class. 

“OK, slave. We have an appointment with your student advisor, remember?”

“OH! Yeah!  Sorry Sir.  I forgot about our appointment.”

“Yeah, I figured.  This is the reason you need to be owned and me to keep you focused your tasks!”

“Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir!”

Sir grabs my neck like usual and guides me to my student advisor’s office.  It turns out to be right next to the Dean’s office.  I guess it makes since my advisor is the son of the Dean.  It seems they share the same secretary.  We step up to the secretary’s desk.  DAM! The secretary is a hot boy!   I stare at him for a second.  I can sware he looks like a younger version of my advisor.  

Sir says, “Hello.  We have an appointment with Professor Jackson.”

“Sir, who may I say is here to see the professor?”

“Masood Rahu and Ricky White.”

“OK Sir, please have a seat.” 

Sir sits down and at the same time presses down on my neck forcing me to kneel between his legs. He rubs my head which has an instant effect, causing my dick to harden and moan out in bliss.  Like with my Master, my mind goes fussy when he touches me like this.  

About 5 minutes later we’re called into the office.  To me it feels longer than that.  Sir’s touch seems to make me lose all since a time. 

As a result, when we enter the office my mind is still a little foggy.  The professor gets up and shakes Sir’s hand and then has him take a seat.  Like before I’m ignored.  Sir sits in front of the professor’s desk while I kneel between his legs again.  I realize I’m getting comfortable kneeling at Sir’s feet in front of others.  

I look around and notice a young man standing off to the side in the corner.  I almost missed him if I was only focused on the professor.  Yet, I can barely see the professor and I’m just coming down from the little high from Sir’s touch.  Again, like the secretary, he looks like a younger version of the professor.  Except this young man is shirtless and only in skimmy red shorts!  Also, like me, he is barefoot.   His hands are clasped behind his back and his head is bowed.  Dam! He looks so hot!  I have had fantasies about the professor fucking me.  I can imagine this boy being fuck by the professor.  His ass looks fuckable!   

The Professor asks, “Masood, would you like a drink?”

“Yes, could I get a Scotch on the rocks?”

The boy in the corner quickly rushes to the bar and pours two drinks.  He puts them on a tray and brings Sir his Scotch and then the Professor his drink.  Sir sips it and then orders. 

“Hold my drink boy,” holding his drink to me. 

I take it without thinking.  The young man returns to the corner.  The professor opens a folder. He looks through some papers.  I notice my name is on the folder. 

“So, the boy is not doing good academically. One more semester like this and he will lose his scholarship.”

Masood responds, “Well professor, he now has an investor.  So, if he loses the scholarship, he will still be able to stay in school.”

“Well, it isn’t as simple as that.  He is also close to being below the academic standards for attending our private college.  We have a standard to keep up, you know.”

“Yes, I know.  His investor has asked me to tutor the boy and I will push it to do better.”

I laugh when Sir refers to my Master as my investor.  I guess it is accurate in a way.  

“I see. Well does his ‘investor’ want to maximize his investment?”

“Yes, of course he does.  Well his investor values the boy very much.  You could think of the boy as a prize horse that he owns.”

“OK, that is good to hear.  I’m starting to understand.  The young man over in the cornter is the same for me.  He is my nephew and value him in the same matter.”

Sir laughs, “Ah OK!  Then can we be frank with each other?”

“Yes, certainly!”

“The boy’s investor is his owner.  The same way you own your nephew.”

The professor laughs next.  

“Yes, I see.  So, the boy is a slave, I take it.  Is he fully owned, under a contract?”

“Yes he is.  It’s a lifetime contract.”

Shit Sir just outed my enslavement to our professor.  

“OK! Then in that case, the Dean and I have created a special curriculum and motivation class for boys like him.  My nephew here has gone through the first course.  As you can see he is a well trained slave so far.”

“Yes, your slave boy looks well trained.  I have been doing some training with this boy today while we were attending our classes and our lunch break.”

“Ah, yes, I hear about a boy being spanked in the student lounge.”

“Sorry, that was us.  I hope we were not overstepping the college policy.”

“Well technically you were with the nudity.  However, the Dean, my father, has certain discretion since this is a privately funded college.  Since more Masters are openly displaying their slaves on campus we feel some clothing policies are outdated.  So, we are in the process of change our policies related to nudity of a slave.  However, that discussion is for another time.  We are hear to talk about slave Ricky.  I propose the slave attend service motivated classes.  These are new classes designed for slave boys like him.  They include domestic training, like home maintenance, gourmet cooking, and tailoring.  Other classes are designed around clerical work like my secretary.  Plus, there are classes on maintaining the body of the slave. We pride ourselves on a well rounded curriculum and slave training is no exception.  Of course all classes will include discipline to motivate the boy to do its best at everything.  The Dean believes the best motivation of a slave is with corporal punishment.  Do you think the boy’s Owner would be interested in investing in his slaves future with a curriculum like this?”

“Will have to ask him but I don’t see why not.  His owner does have him busy with lots of other school directives.”

“Like what school directives?”

“I will let the boy explain. Stand up and explain to the Professor the directives your owner tasked you with.”

I stand up and look at the professor.  It's like this is the first time he really sees me for what I am.  

He orders, “Come here boy, stand closer to me and explain your owners directives.”

I walk over to him just in my spandex shorts and collar.  He looks me up and down as if assessing my worth. 

“Well boy, Your owner chose well in claiming you.  Turn around and show me what he acquired?”

Embarrassed, I turn around as my professor examines my body as if I’m on the auction block.  This whole interaction with the professor makes me feel more owned than ever.

“Nice!  I’m jealous of your Owner. Yes, I can see why your Owner acquired you.  If your owner ever decides to sell you, I would be very interested.”

My eyes open wide, would Master ever sell me?

“Now boy, tell me those directives.”

“OK SIR!  First, Master wants me to learn how a frat runs so he can open up his own frat.  His father, Master Frank, has a house almost ready.  He wants the frat to be exclusively Master and slaves only.  The goal is to have frat charters on every campus across the nation.  This slave now has a contact for the president of the Greek Console.  Now this slave needs to join a frat so it can learn how a frat works.”

Second, Master’s Brother wants to open one of his stores on campus.  Master Jason owns a kinky leather shop in our town center.  He wants the Masters to purchase their kinky equipment from him. 

Third, if Master Jason can open a shop on campus, I will have to work in the shop to help get it going.  Of course, this will give Master Jason free labor so he can invest more into his shops.  Master Jason, also wants this slave to recuit more slaves to work in his shops.

Fourth, to do excellent in all this slave’s classes so Master is proud to own this slave.  Sir, this is one this slave is most worried about.  Its not sure it at the level of other students.  If Master allows it to do the new curriculum do you think it would be more suited for a slave like me? ”

“Well slave that is a lot to accomplish.  Yet, I believe it is doable. First, to answer the question about the new curriculum, yes it is designed for slaves like you.  Slaves get credit for the classes and it is pass or fail.  If the slave fails then it has to repeat the class over and over until it does passes.  When a slave passes it gets an “A” for the class.  So, this will bring its grade point up over all.  Our college will then be able to maintain our excellent standard of high performing students which is what we are known for.  For the slaves classes that other students take, it works the same way, pass or fail.  Slaves will not greduate without a 4.0 grade point. It will be in school for as long as it can to achieve this goal.  Since its owner is its investor, I would suggest graduating sooner than later.  Its owner wants a return on its investment as quickly as possible.”

I fear I might be in school all my life!  I do hope the slave classes help motivate me to pass all my classes. 

“Thank you Sir.”

Sir looks up from his phone, “Professor, the boy’s Master thinks it’s an excellent idea for his slave to attend special classes designed for slaves.  He looks forward to what the school can do to train his slave.”

The professor smiles with satisfaction, “Excellent!  Now, I need the services of my slaves. You’re welcome to use your slave as I do mine.”

Sir smiles back, “Thank you.  That sounds like a great idea.  I could use its mouth!”

“Would you like to join me on the couch?”

“Yes, I would, professor.”

“In this office, call me Kevin.  By the way, your boy looks overly dressed.  It doesn’t need those shorts.”

“Yes, of course, Kevin.”

Sir orders, “Strip boy!”

I quickly drop my shorts.  I’m now naked in my professors office!  Just yesterday, I would have never dreamed this was possible.  A lot has changed in my life!  I follow my Sir and our professor to the couch.  Instinctively, kneel in front of Sir. 

Sir orders, “Boy, open my shorts and suck!”

I happily get to work!

Meanwhile the professor gives his nephew an order, “Boy, go get your brother and then both of you come serve your Master.  Have your slave father man the secretary desk.  He should be in my father’s office.   Dad will be out for a few hours for an off campus meeting.”

While I suck on Sir’s cock, he asks, “Dam Kevin!  Your brother and his sons are all slaves?”

The professor laughs, “Yeah my father enslave my brother years ago.  He allowed him to marry to carry on our family name.  Father still used him as a slave while he is still married to his wife.  His wife found out and now is a slave to my Father as well.  When the boys were growing up, I saw they were just like my brother and his wife.  So, I only did what a good Uncle should do and help them see their authentic selves.  I see so many slaves spend their entire life searching for a Master to own them.  I didn’t want my nephews to go through all that.  So, I offer them to become my slaves.  They already knew what that mean since they saw their parants serve our father.   They both quickly agreed to be my slaves and now they serve me 24/7, at work and at home.  I think my brother or his wife have a slave gene and passed it down to their sons.”

I hear the office door open and close then the two hot young naked slave boys kneel between the professor's legs. They're younger than me by 2 or 3 years. Each are blond with gorgeous blue eyes. They are slim but tone show right amount of muscles to highlight all their best features. I can see why my professor enslaved them!  Who wouldn't want to own two beautiful boys like those! 

They take turns opening his pants and pulling them down to his ankles then remove them completely.  They worship his massive cock, licking the shaft together.   It’s a sight to see! Two brothers that look almost like their Master, serving him with the same devotion I want to do for my Master and my Sir.  

So, I double my efforts to show Sir I'm just as good cocksuckers as these boys. 

For a minute, all that can be heard is sucking and licking sounds.  Sir keeps his hand on my head guiding me how he wants me to worship him. I go up and down onto his veiny 10 inch cock. I love worshiping him. His perfectly brown cock is gorgeous. With a cock like his, he deserves slaves to worship him as a prince. Back in his palace, I imagine slaves worshiping him like I am while other slave pamper him, bathing him and feeding him with fruit. I break out of my day dream as I hear my professor talking with Sir. 

"So Prince Masood, I understand you have experience with real slaves."

"OH! You know I'm a prince."

"Yes of course. We do a background check on all our students.  Besides, your family is paying your tuition. My father, the Dean, likes to keep a special eye on royalty that attend our college."

The legs I'm holding tense up as Sir here's this.

The professor rubs Sir's leg, "Don't worry. Your secret about loving men is safe with my father and me.  When your family asked about your life on campus, my father told them you have been seen with girls and even took some home with you. Which I assume is true since you’re BI right?" 

Sir's legs relax and he releases my head that was forcing his cock deep into my throat. 

“Thank you, Professor. My Royal family thinks I’m straight.  They don’t know I have a boyfriend.  Being BI helps keeps them thinking I’m straight.”

"I understand.  Hopefully, that will change some day.  Rest assured your secret is safe with my family.  The reason  brought that all up is your real life experience with slaves.  I would like to offer you a position as a senior instructor for the new slave classes.  It seems to me, your experience with slaves in your royal household, gives you the most experience then any of the professors on campus. I have been watching you handling this slave on campus today and I believe I'm right.  You would be perfect for the position. We can give you credit hours for your work. We could give you a salary but I doubt you need the money."

I look up to see Sir smiling. He wants to be a slave training instructor.  

"Yes professor, I would like that. It will give me better cover and protection from my family finding out about my boyfriend.  Will there be female slaves as well?"

The professor pats Sir on leg, "Good, welcome to the university's faculty.  And, yes we suspect there will be female slaves as well.  I assume since you’re BI it will not be a problem."

“Thank you, Kevin.  I look forward to guiding the slaves to their right full place as the inferior beings they were born to be.”
 
I now realize Sir will continue training me but in a more formal manner.  It's surreal to be worshiping my Sir in the offices of one of my professors while discussing a job opportunity for my Sir.  

Plus, I can't believe my professor enslaved his nephews and his father enslaved his brother.  I can see Master will not have an issue creating a Master / slave frat and Master Jason setting up a storefront on campus. 

This is just the start of a whole new world where Masters and boys like me can live in the open as we always dreamed of!